Happiness. It's relative.
Well, there were about 9,000 unpaid protesters in front of Milwaukee’s federal building this afternoon. They had cardboard signs made last night in the kitchen stapled to pieces of wood they found in the garage. The signs had cutouts and cartoons, markers and paints.… Continue Reading “Break Glass in Case of Fire”
I can only spit about three feet. I was curious, so I spit in the woods to see how far I could spit. I normally don’t make a practice of long-range spitting and have never considered it an enviable skill. In contrast, the woman… Continue Reading “I was Spit on and Lived to Tell the Tale”
Today, on the sign line, the woman next to me leaned over and said, “I feel like one of those folks dressed up like the Statue of Liberty at tax time.” “Or Gumby!” I said, waving myself around like the giant inflatables in front… Continue Reading “Badassery One Day at a Time”
Everything bothers me. My hair, my tax dollars paying government officials acting like teenagers on a group chat, my nail polish having gelled, random cuts in health funding to states, interrupted shipments to food banks, the cat’s hideous litter box, fear of looking at… Continue Reading “Life on the Far Side of 70 in a Time of Peril”
Squirrel bit otter Wild screaming ensued, blaming Trees for witnessing ____________________ Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash
Yes, I stood on a street corner and waved at people driving by like I was on the Homecoming Court. I held the world’s most poorly made sign which the wind grabbed out of my hands, making me run into the highway to retrieve… Continue Reading “Too Cool for School but Not for Signs”
Old people have the power right here right now. We’re the ones with the moral history. We’re the ones who leaned into civil rights and ending the war. We’re the ones who watched the Watergate hearings with babies on our laps and prayed for… Continue Reading “We Ride at Dawn”
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